Spring Break

This story was originally written for and published in an adult magazine. I have tweaked it to be a better story but it is essentially what was published.
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Through the Student Center windows I could see him standing at the counter making a large cup of coffee. I watched as his tall, lean body walked back to the table he’d settled in at. There were several piles of paper and half a dozen books spread out across the large table. I took a deep breath and went inside.

As I opened the door it started snowing again. “Great! More snow!” I groaned to myself as I closed the door behind me.

Once inside I set my bag down so I could slip off my boots then my parka, putting them in the coatroom to dry off. I brushed the snow off my long brown hair, putting it back into place with my fingers, then picked my bag up and made my way to where Jeff was sitting.

I couldn’t believe I was stuck on campus, in the middle of no-where Illinois, during spring break, being tutored by Jeff. I had been so looking forward to heading to Florida with my roommate and our friends. So much for wearing my new bikini that Sammie, my roommate, insisted that I buy just for the trip and feeling the warm sand under my feet.

As I walked towards him I really looked at him for the first time. Of course I’d seen him in class but I’d never really noticed him before. He was not amazing looking but he was attractive in that “boy next door” kind of way. He had light brown hair that was cut short, almost a crew cut but not quite, and bronzed skin a color that could only be achieved at a tanning salon. I blushed slightly as I wondered if he was tan all over.

When I stopped at the table he looked up at me with his brown eyes. I asked myself how I had managed not to notice him before. “Maybe if you’d had a few less hangovers during Sociology you’d have noticed,” a voice nagged in the back of my head.

The voice was right. In high school I’d never been much of a partier but as soon as I got to college that all changed and it seemed like I was at several parties every weekend. It was not uncommon for me to struggle out of bed at 8:30 on Monday morning and barely make it to Professor King’s 9 a.m. class.

Two weeks ago the professor had called me into his office. He told me that I was failing his class. I begged him to give me a chance to make up the work and catch up. I told him I just couldn’t fail and I’d do anything. He was reluctant but finally said that if I stayed on campus during spring break to be tutored by Jeff, his assistant, then maybe there was a chance I could pass. I unhappily accepted his offer and very unhappily went back to my room to break the news to my roommate.

Jeff greeted me, bringing me back to the present, and pointed at the chair across the table. He moved a few books and a pile of papers to make room for me while I waited impatiently.

Finally Jeff pushed the papers to the side and focused on me. He cleared his throat then in his wonderful deep voice outlined the schedule for the week. He told me what was going to be expected of me if I had any intentions of passing the class. I quickly wrote down everything he said. He opened my textbook to a section I vaguely remembered reading in the beginning of the semester and told me to reread it then we would discuss it afterwards.

The rest of the afternoon went on like this – reading and discussion. After a few hours we stopped for a break, just long enough to get a snack, a cup of coffee for him and soda for me. When it got dark he wrapped up our session and we agreed to meet the next morning.

That night as I was reading the assignment I’d been given, I let my mind wander. I wondered if he had even looked me. I knew I wasn’t a knock out but I had always turned more than a few heads.

My curiosity was piqued; I slipped off my bed and walked over to the large full-length mirror that Sammie had found in an antique store. The mirror was a bit dirty with age but I could still see myself clearly.

I slowly turned around, still in the sweater and tight jeans that I’d had on all day, only breaking my focus to turn my head quickly so I could see all sides of me. I started to undress, pulling my sweater off over my head then letting it fall on the floor next to my white sock-covered feet.

My white bra, the really sexy satin and lace one I got just before I left for college, cupped my full breasts. I ran my hands over the fabric, causing my nipples to get hard. I’d never done this before and I was a bit surprised at how good it felt. I slid the straps down and pulled my arms out. I unhooked it and in a moment it joined my sweater.

I moved around, watching my breasts move. I caressed the bare skin then circled the small pink nipples with my fingertips. I knew I was alone but I couldn’t keep from blushing. My nipples grew harder and I sighed softly, this was really turning me on.

I felt a shiver as I slid my hands down to my slim waist and unbuttoned my jeans. I pushed them down, never losing eye contact with the mirror. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. All I had left on were my bright red silky panties.

I danced around in front of the mirror like a go-go dancer, or at least that’s what the goal was. My cheeks were growing a deeper red as I gyrated around the room, imaging that Jeff was sitting at my desk watching me. I’d never done anything like this before – not even when I’d been really drunk and Sammie tried to get me to do it with her while she was doing one for her boyfriend.

It was a delicious feeling, moving around the room like that – my green eyes not missing a thing. I slipped off the panties and was dancing in the nude. I let my hands wander freely over my body – caressing my round ass, breasts, long legs, and slender arms.

I couldn’t believe how I was feeling. The only other time I’d felt like this was in high school and here at college when I’d let a boy I’d been dating touch me through my clothes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I just about jumped out of my skin and started to panic. “Who is it?” I called out as I tried to uncover my robe in the piles of clothes around the small dorm room.

“It’s Jeff, I forgot something,” he called through the door. I blushed an even deeper red, my fantasy of dancing around in front of him still very much in my thoughts.

I finally found my robe and slipped it on. I was pulling it closed as I opened the door. He was standing in the hallway, snow dripping off his jacket. His hair was wet with melted snow and he looked like he was frozen to the bone.

“It’s late. Couldn’t it wait?” I demanded. My pleasant mood had been completely disrupted.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” he said as soon as he saw the robe. He tried to look around me to see if I was alone. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No,” I replied with a sigh. “Do you want to come in?”

“Just for a second,” he said. He stepped past me into the room then unzipped his jacket. He handed me a list of five new questions for me to answer before we met the next day. I quickly read them to make sure I understood them. It was obvious that they had been scribbled down in haste.

“Are you kidding?” I asked as I looked despairingly at the work already piled on my desk.

“No. We can meet a few hours later,” he replied, “to give you time to finish these extra questions.”

“Thanks, like I have anything else to do around this dead campus.”

“Well, good night,” he said suddenly very self-conscious.

“Good night Jeff,” I replied and walked him to the door.

I leaned against the door after closing then locking it. It almost seemed if he had been there for another reason. I looked back down at the list of questions and shrugged my shoulders. I found a nightgown and slipped it on before I went back to my desk to get back to work, putting the list at the bottom of the pile.

The next three days went by basically the same. On the fourth and second to last day of the tutoring, things started off much the same as before. We were just winding up our discussion when he looked out the window and realized that he couldn’t see the walkway just outside.

“We’re going to be snowed in,” he announced.

“There’s not enough food here,” I replied as I joined him at the window.

“We could go to my place,” he suggested. “It’s a lot closer than your dorm and I stocked up on groceries last weekend.”

I really didn’t have much choice. I agreed and we packed up. I held onto his jacket so I didn’t lose him as we struggled across the campus to his apartment. The snow made it impossible to see more than a few inches before our faces.

I don’t think I could have been happier to see the old brownstone. He led me up the stairs to his apartment. I jogged in place in an attempt to warm up while he searched for his keys.

When he finally got the door open he motioned for me to wait in the hallway so that he could
quickly run around the room picking up dirty laundry and dishes. He returned to the door a few minutes later and invited me in.

I slipped off my boots by the door then removed my jacket. I looked around the small studio apartment. There were piles of books almost everywhere and where there weren’t books there were piles of papers. Jeff moved several books from the battered couch to make room for me to sit down.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked.

“Y-yes, anything warm,” I said through chattering teeth as I rubbed my arms to get warm.

“Coffee okay?” Jeff asked. I just nodded as I moved around the apartment uncomfortably in my wet clothes. Once he started the coffee he came over to where I was standing, looking out the window.

“You must be freezing in those clothes,” he said as he came up behind me. “Let me get you a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants.”

“Thanks,” I answered.

Jeff went over to a laundry basket that was overflowing with clean clothes and pulled out the objects that he was looking for. He handed them to me and pointed me towards the bathroom so I could change.

I hurried across the room and slipped into the bathroom. I very gratefully pulled my wet clothes off and put on the warm fleece shirt and pants. I hung my clothes over the top of the shower stall door so they could dry.

When I returned to the main room Jeff had changed and was pouring himself a large cup of coffee. “The coffee is ready,” he announced as he started to pour me a mugful. “Sugar or milk?”

“Yes,” I answered with a smile. “I’ll make it.”

He took his mug and stepped back to watch me make my coffee. I heard him groan as he saw how much sugar and milk I used. He had finished clearing off the couch and we sat down on the couch, silently drinking the hot beverage.

Jeff finally broke the silence by moving much closer to me and leaning forward. I pulled back, not sure what to do. I was enjoying his company and I was attracted to him but I wasn’t sure I was ready for this.

He pressed his lips against mine insistently and I found myself returning the kiss. He kissed me for what seemed an eternity, pausing for a moment here and there to caress my face. I sighed as he kissed his way down to my chin then down to my neck. Jeff licked his way up to my ear and he nibbled gently on the lobe.

His hand had slid from my arm to my breasts. Jeff massaged the flesh softly then focused on the nipples. My eyes were closed as his mouth and fingers worked their magic on me. I surprised myself when I arched my back slightly to give him better access to my breasts.

Jeff stood up and quickly undressed, then took my hand to help me stand. His lean body was more muscular than I had expected and he was tan all over. His chest was covered with a thin layer of hair and his nipples were erect. I reached out and rubbed the left nipple between my fingers. He groaned.

Jeff kissed me again before he pulled the sweatshirt off over my head. He slid my bra straps down and I slipped my arms out so he could remove it. I ran my hands through Jeff’s hair as he licked and kissed my breasts, holding his mouth there.

I had never felt anything like this before. Fireworks were going off all over my body. I had read books with very descriptive accounts of sex, especially in my senior year at high school, and I was expecting the worst but it certainly was feeling really good. I was pretty sure I was going to be leaving a very wet spot on Jeff’s sweatpants.

Jeff slowly made his way lower, his lips never leaving my skin. I froze as he got close to the waistband of my pants. He inhaled deeply, my scent strong, then returned to my breasts. I cried out softly as he nipped my nipple, the short, sharp pain causing me to get even more wet.

I found myself pressing my pussy against him without my even having noticed that I had started. I ground my hips against him as I guided his hands back to my waistband. He willingly followed as my desire grew and overcame me. Jeff slid the pants down past my hips and let gravity pull them down further then I clumsily stepped out of them.

Jeff crouched before me and gently separated my legs. He ran a finger through my bush from the top, down to the valley where my clit lived. He circled it for a moment, not touching it directly, before standing up again.

I didn’t know what to do; I’d never gotten this far before, so I just let him take the lead. He took my hand and led me to his large bed. He lay down on the middle of the bed and started to pull me next to him but I pulled my hand away. I’d never seen a man naked like this before and I wanted to be able to just look at him.

I let my fingers trail down his chest to his stomach then to the sparse hairs at the base of his hard cock. I lightly ran my fingers over the shaft to the tip where there was a glistening drop of precum. Jeff watched as I scooped up the drop and brought it to my mouth to taste it – it was salty tasting but I kinda liked it. I went back to my exploration of his body, my journey focusing on his balls. I cupped them then juggled them lightly and Jeff’s cock jerked in response.

“Taste me,” he suggested.

I smiled as I bent over and let my tongue rest on the tip of his cock. I couldn’t be sure but I think it grew a bit harder as soon as my wet tongue touched him. He made fists in the bedcovers to keep from pressing my head down on his cock, giving me a chance to explore more. I swirled my tongue round and round the tip before I moistened my lips and slipped them over his cock.

I moved my head up and down, giving my first blowjob. I stopped long enough to look up at Jeff. His eyes were closed and there was a smile on his face. That was encouragement enough for me! I licked and sucked on his hardness, taking time to pay attention to his balls, too.

Suddenly he stopped me. He pulled me up so I was lying next to him. Jeff kissed me long and hard as his hand returned to my breasts before slipping over my stomach to my downy patch again. I parted my thighs more willingly and gave him better access to my sexual nervous system.

Jeff dipped his finger into my pussy so that he could coat my clit with my juices, intensifying the pleasure I was feeling. He slowly circled the clit, zeroing in on the pleasure button. My body started to spasm as a small orgasm engulfed my senses as he diddled my clit. I was moaning and sighing uncontrollably, I wanted this to go on forever.

I spread my legs further and Jeff moved between them and buried his face in my mound. He licked and nuzzled my clit, lapping up my juices. It was incredible. I found myself begging him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his hard cock deep inside me.

He slid up my body, pressing his cock against the entrance to my wet, tight pussy. I looked up at him, unsure suddenly if this is really what I wanted to do. He backed off, kissing me and caressing me. I decided to go for it.

Jeff got into position again and gently pushed against me, not wanting to go too fast. I bite my lower lip to keep from crying out as he took away my virginity. He moved slowly as he fucked me. I lifted my hips and moved with him, meeting his thrusts.

He picked up the pace, moving harder and faster in and out of me. Jeff slowed a few times so that he could get his orgasm under control and wait for me. It was the most amazing thing. My body was reacting in ways that I’d never imagined were possible.

I didn’t keep him waiting very long. I cried out as my orgasm rocked me, my back arching so he could get deeper inside. Jeff couldn’t hold back any longer with my muscles gripping his cock as I came, and he let out a long guttural groan as he filled me with his cum.

Jeff fell against me and covered my face with kisses. We fell asleep in that position. When we awoke an hour later we fucked again. We spent the rest of the weekend fucking and studying. When the storm eased up and we could get out I returned to my dorm room.

Since then Jeff and I have found lots of interesting ways to study together and it looks like I’m going to be passing Professor King’s class. This was the best spring break I could have imagined. I can’t wait to see what happens this summer!